A top secret formula had been stolen from the research lab
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We had a job to do
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We ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with
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(King Kirk)
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Respond like James Bond to this con named Don
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milli ons in his palms sellin' neutron bombs
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Time 6 a.m. agent mayhem and eight men no maybe ten
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came to scoop me in the Benz in the ??Graham??
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Money involved? Say when gave me a beige Range and thangs
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but they claimed the Range changed to a plane, strange
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but perfect, showed me circuits and how to work it
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Wounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst it
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searched it, like a serpent, read the blueprints
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dime be with two chinks sportin' links and new minks
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Drive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks
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named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he's invinc'
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Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest holds
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if he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in your dress code/
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Time to load and hit the highway, I'ma do it my way
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Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way!
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So I pulled up on the drive way, ran thru the side way
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saw his compadres, motherfucker, yippee kay-ah
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Die hard!, nigga yelled "my God!", caught an Uzi scar,
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hit the tar, other bullet to the car, "Ah!"
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Time to pay him back, time to fade him
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Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/
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didn't get the Don but the bombs was a factor
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Found what I was after, set the reactors
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for two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished"
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It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun
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for a second I thought I was dead, no more said
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then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead
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Brando with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz'
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Move into plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters
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(Big Dubez)
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Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, concealed weapon
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Runnin thru bricks that niggaz ain't yet step on
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Eludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coal
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They tailin but I'm Indy 500 Monaco
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Pigs can't stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo,
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They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick and
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out the fender, yo, no retreat no surrender
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To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect bullets!
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On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge"
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Your squad car next, your fam reached my garage
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Espio-nage, yo my fate on the rocks
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I blow 'em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocks
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On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-up
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chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up
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Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils
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four govermentals with four sets of dentals
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I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt Reynolds
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Bustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers
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(Gunshots)-ooooh!!
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(Marlon Brando)
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We in the Phillipines, on death row, about to face guillotines
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my crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teams
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so yo, say hello to my li'l friend, wanna play?
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OK! feel ten thru your steel, man
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Yo we come together like foreign lea-ders
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Livin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea,
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in the bushes where they can't see-us
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spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons
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Mission impossible, merge em to the Persians
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with 2 glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the script
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Got niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red
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beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass,
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The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are ditto
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Layin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-den
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Shook the D's in Peru, like a crooked Batman
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with no partner but still (robbing/Robin),
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trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D's followin
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my front man, I be the big man behind the front man
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Front man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man
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Mix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-ckles
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Runnin' up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickle
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guaranteed to hit you, if I miss you
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bullets will probably ricochet and nip you
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and fall like the Berlin wall
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hang 'em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ball
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crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack on
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I managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats on
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for this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg
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Spy Hunter
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